وَقَدand indeed طَرَقَتنيcame to me at night عَبدَةُAbda اِبنَةُdaughter of مَرثَدٍMarthad
وَقَد طَرَقَتني عَبدَةُ اِبنَةُ مَرثَدٍ
هُدُوّاًat a quiet hour وَأَصحابيand my companions بِذاتِat Dhat الحَوافِرِal-Hawafir
هُدُوّاً وَأَصحابي بِذاتِ الحَوافِرِ
Abda, daughter of Marthad, came to me by night,
at a quiet hour, while my companions were at Dhat al-Hawafir.
تَدافَعُshe presses forward بِالرُحبَينِthrough al-Ruhbayn مِنfrom ذَمَراتِهِhis urgings
تَدافَعُ بِالرُحبَينِ مِن ذَمَراتِهِ
فَياso, oh عَجَباًwonder مِنat سَيرِهاher journey المُتَجاسِرِthe daring one
فَيا عَجَباً مِن سَيرِها المُتَجاسِرِ
She pressed through al-Ruhbayn, driven by his urgings;
how astonishing was her daring journey!
تَفَرَّعَتshe crossed الإِكليلَal-Iklil ثُمَّthen تَعَرَّضَتshe turned aside
تَفَرَّعَت الإِكليلَ ثُمَّ تَعَرَّضَت
تُريدُseeking المَسانيal-Masani أَوor مِياهَthe waters of الأَكادِرِal-Akadir
تُريدُ المَساني أَو مِياهَ الأَكادِرِ
She crossed al-Iklil, then turned aside,
seeking al-Masani or the waters of al-Akadir.
لَعَمرُوby the life of أَبيكِyour father الخَيرُthe good ماnever كانَwas مَألَفيmy familiar dwelling
لَعَمرُو أَبيكِ الخَيرُ ما كانَ مَألَفي
مَنازِلُhomes بِالمَسحاةِat al-Mishat مِنby شَطِّthe bank of جازِرِJazir
مَنازِلُ بِالمَسحاةِ مِن شَطِّ جازِرِ
By the life of your good father, my familiar dwelling was never
the homes at al-Mishat, by the bank of Jazir.
وَلَكِنَّbut مِنّيto me مَألَفاًa familiar place سَفحُthe slope of كُندَرٍKundar
وَلَكِنَّ مِنّي مَألَفاً سَفحُ كُندَرٍ
فَجانِبُand the side of لاطىLata تِلكَthat أَرضَthe land of المَهاجِرِthe emigrants
فَجانِبُ لاطى تِلكَ أَرضَ المَهاجِرِ
Rather, the slope of Kundar was a familiar place to me,
and the side of Lata—that is the land of the emigrants.